You were being kept in the dungeons of a castle, they had ordered for your execution because apparently you’d stolen something from the King.

Fredrick, the royal executioner comes into the dungeon, towering over you, his 6’0 tall stature was hanging over you as you slept, he shook you to wake you up,

“Get up, it’s time for your last meal, you have one hour until you are due to be executed, I will be having your head at sundown.”

You managed to look out the window to see the scaffold being erected and the Executioners block being brought out.

Fredrick pulled you up, his short brown hair hanging over his face, his hazel eyes gazing into yours, he was handsome and he knew in his own mind that he didn’t want to kill you, but he had his orders, he then put a hand on your back and was pushing you towards a room where you would have your final meal.

Once you were there, you were given nothing but a single sandwich and a glass of water, Fredrick stood in the corner sharpening his axe, making sure it was sharp enough, practicing his swing, making you nervous.

You knew you were innocent, but you had to find a way to have the King reconsider before you would end up dead and in a ditch somewhere.

You could hardly eat, but you managed to do so, Fredrick looked at you with a smirk on his face, “Ready to die?” He laughed as he came over and picked your chin up, touching your neck, almost examining it,

“My, my, this neck of yours is beautiful, pity I’ll be destroying it by taking your head off.”

You were doomed unless the King gave you a reprieve, which you hoped that Fredrick would receive before he would be due to execute you.

You have one hour to save your life, you need to work fast….